Time Machine

If I had a time machine,
I'd go back to the time before it all.
Before it all happened.
We talked like friends,
saw the other around.
Things were different.
Wasn't a care in the world.
Now my mind waits.
Waits for tomorrow.
Waits for everything to be normal.
But I fear it never will be.
I pray it will.
But who knows how long it'll take
for God to take my call.
Thoughts swim through my mind.
I can't stop them.
Happy on the outside,
but what am i inside?
That is the question.
Acting like I don't exist.
Like I died when it happened.
I want to exist,
but as an enemy isn't an option.

Date Written: January 7, 2008